Chapter 243: The King of Conquerors
"The King's Army!"
Iskander's powerful voice exploded like thunder, and he went all out without reservation.
The majestic magic power that erupted in an instant was like a raging tsunami, sweeping around with an unstoppable momentum.
The four figures suddenly came from the silent shrine to a place with amazing scenery.
Here, the sun was hanging high in the sky, and the blazing light shot down like countless swords, as if to scorch the earth.
The hot sand danced wildly under the fierce wind, and the flying sand and dust blurred the vision, making people feel as if they were in a burning purgatory world.
The scorching temperature, dry air, and flying sand and dust together created a suffocating and tense atmosphere.
"Inherent barrier?" Jin Shanshan raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of subtle surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Interesting!" There was a hint of admiration in his tone, but the innate arrogance was still clearly discernible.
Iskandar boarded the wheel of divine power with a heroic spirit.
The flying hoofed thunder bull pawed the ground restlessly, and every time its powerful hoof landed, it would raise a thick dust.
"Moo~~~" The low and powerful roar seemed to come from ancient times.
In this roar, figures gradually appeared in the inherent barrier like ghosts.
Their figures were blurry at first, as if they were phantoms walking out of the fog, but as time went on, they became clearer and clearer.
These figures quickly formed a square formation, and their movements were uniform.
They were upright and their eyes were firm. They were a well-trained iron division.
When the personnel were summoned, a huge army appeared before everyone.
This army consisted of tens of thousands of people, and they exuded a powerful aura, as if they were a group of invincible gods of war.
All the members of this army were genuine heroes, and each of them had his own unique story and legend.
However, due to the limitations of the conqueror's ability, none of the members of the army had a treasure.
At the same time, they were summoned by Iskandar's ability, and were not assigned to specific classes according to the rules of the Holy Grail War, so none of them had classes or class-related skills.
Despite this, there were still some Heroic Spirits stronger than the King of Conquerors himself in this huge legion.
These powerful Heroic Spirits were hidden in the crowd, their breath was restrained and deep, like a volcano waiting for the opportunity to erupt.
These people were all subordinates who followed Iskandar in his battles. They had experienced countless hardships and obstacles with the King of Conquerors and established immortal merits.
Some people in this legion were even the founders of the future dynasty, and their existence made this legion even more legendary.
Even Alexander's beloved horse Bucephalus was summoned as a Heroic Spirit.
'The King's Army' is the crystallization of the bond between Alexander and his subordinates, and it carries their glory, dreams and loyalty.
On this battlefield, they will fight for the King of Conquerors again, and for glory.
Every Heroic Spirit held the weapon in his hand tightly, and the flame of battle burned in his eyes.
Their hearts were filled with admiration and loyalty to the King of Conquerors, and they were willing to give everything for him.
Iskandar stood majestically on the magnificent and spectacular chariot, his figure as tall as a pine tree, like an unshakable mountain.
He was full of pride and satisfaction, his bright eyes were like bright stars, flashing with blazing light.
He slowly inspected his army, and every soldier's figure was clearly imprinted in his eyes wherever he looked.
The neatly arranged teams, the firm and upright figures, and the faces full of fighting spirit all made him feel endless emotion.
"Finally, I can fight side by side with you again."
Iskandar said excitedly, his voice loud and powerful, piercing the sky.
He tightened the reins in his hand tightly, and the rough reins seemed to have life in his hands.
His heart was full of desire for battle and persistence for victory.
The flying hoofed thunder bull seemed to sense his mood, let out a low roar, and then rushed forward, rushing to the front of the army in an instant.
Its strong and powerful body was like lightning, full of strength and speed.
Its hooves stepped on the ground, raising a cloud of dust, announcing to the world the arrival of the conqueror king.
The eyes of tens of thousands of soldiers have been following Iskandar, and their eyes are full of admiration and worship.
Those blazing eyes seemed to be able to melt steel.
Their hearts are full of desire for victory and pursuit of glory.
Weber, who was also standing on the chariot, could not bear such pressure at this moment.
No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!
He was full of tension and anxiety, and he tried his best to avoid looking at the soldiers.
His heart was full of contradictions. On the one hand, he was proud of being Iskandar's Master; on the other hand, he was full of fear of the upcoming battle.
[Rider is really amazing, admired by so many people. ]
Weber said silently in his heart.
He looked at Iskandar's tall figure, and a strong feeling of admiration welled up in his heart.
He knew that he was only a supporting role in this war, but he was willing to fight for Iskandar and for their glory.
Suddenly, Weber felt his body lighten.
Before he could react, he was lifted up by Iskandar's strong arm.
Then, he gently placed Weber on the sand.
"Rider, I want to fight with you too." Weber's eyes were full of determination and desire.
He stared at Iskandar closely.
"Ha~ha~ha~" Iskandar laughed heartily: "Enough, next is my battle."
"Rider!" Weber's voice was filled with a hint of reluctance and worry.
He knew that this battle would be extremely difficult, and he didn't know if Iskandar could return safely.
"Weber, you must survive." Iskandar's eyes were full of tenderness and care.
Tears rolled in Weber's eyes, but he insisted not to let them fall.
He knew that now was not the time to cry, he had to be strong.
"Rider, as a Master, I command you to win!" Waver shouted, his voice full of determination.
He used the Command Seal without hesitation, and the mysterious power instantly enveloped Iskandar.
"We must win this war!" Waver shouted again.
"We must win!" Waver shouted with all his strength, using three Command Seals in one breath.
